Hello, and welcome to my first fanfic. As I may seem to have errors in this, please let me know in reviews if you notice any. Also, due to the lack of people reading this as there only seems to be 1 review, I will terminate this project if I don't get more than 5 reviews in 1 week. Please don't make me do this, as I already wrote the next 3 chapters worth. Thank you for your understanding. EDIT done on 12/13/09

Chapter 1/Prologue

Ancient times

"The Divide"

Even as the hard rain kept on falling, faster than a bullet, the fairy people were struggling at the fight against the Mud men. It was a tragic fact, that they had to be pitted against each other like this, as in a time long before, there was peace. When a fairy could roam on the surface, with no fear of being spotted or lynched, and where they still didn't realize the true cruelty and the real motivation for all of the Mud men; greed.

"We can't hold this up for much longer, we are running out of time!"

The fairy soldier was screaming at his leader, in a voice of both despair and confusion. After shaking him, however, he realized that his leader unfortunately had his head pierced by an arrow. Not even the greatest of magic could have healed that.

"How can we stop them? We have nowhere else left to go!"

Another soldier was talking to the former, and conversation soon turned to the cruel realization, that they truly do have nowhere else left to go. Out of the darkness, however, a fairy stood up. His dark tones skin and his crimson hair, showed that he was indeed, an elf.

"We do have one other choice lads! We cannot stop them, as they are too great in number! We must live to fight another day, and go underground!"

When he said that, not even the projectiles that hit the fortifications and the war-like roars of the mud men, could drown out the breath of shock that immediately was followed by the murmurs of caution and questioning. Everybody knew that the world below was a dangerous place, filled with all sorts of evil creatures few even survived from.

"Think about it! We will…" He was suddenly interrupted as the large crashing sound of a large boulder crushing one of the last walls that they had left as cover. But what hurt the fairies' hearts was the dying screams of their fellow fairies, as the cracks of their bones and the tearing of their skin and flesh struck every fairy's heart with sorrow. Even though those sounds were to scar him for the rest of his long life, he continued. "We will die if we try to fight! We have better chances below ground! We can start once more, and in secret!"

"And if we die? What will become of us? What will become of the last fairy? What will become of our species?"

A goblin stood up, and started to talk, louder than the fairy.

"Why should we go with you? Who gave you the authority?"

Many fellow goblins around him nodded in agreement.

"Let it be this way, goblin. Whoever wants to fight, stay with him. Whoever wants to live, come with me. Your choice."

The large group of soldiers, civilians, and many other fairies split faster than a waterfall. Some had their families separated, while others had to say farewell to their friends. Only time will be able to tell whose decision was the right one.

The fairies who stayed to fight, just stood there on the spot, while the fairies who decided to go underground, fled to a forest. After about an hour of running or more, everybody took a break. During this, the elf started to give out instructions.

"Very well. All dwarves, dig as deep and fast as you can. We can start to rebuild in there. Build chambers and resting areas."

Right when he mentioned this, some of the fairies showed signs of disagreement, as everybody knew that dwarf tunnels were lined with their scat. The dwarves showed no sign of disobeying, and dug quickly. However, the plan went too smooth, when the dwarves came back up to the surface in less than half an hour.

"We found something."

The elf asked,

"What is it?"

"A massive underground cave, no exit or entrance except for the one we made."

"How many can it fit?"

"No idea. Over five hundred thousand as a guess."

"Make a bigger passage. I think you guys just found our new home."

3 years later…

The elf who led the fairies underground was crowned the king of the place until further notice, and was praised by many. In fact, word spread among the fairies that were still aboveground, and started to go to the entrance.

The reforming process was easy and the place, later known to be Haven, flourished.

However, the tragic news which followed devastated every fairy, from elves to gremlins. The king stood in his chair, as the scout reported to him everything he saw.

"How does it look?"

The scout, who conveniently was a sprite, reported,

"Well the good news is, that the conflict stopped."

"Who won?"

"Nobody's left."

"What do you mean by nobody?"

"Every last fairy above ground is dead."

"Well there has to be some people left!"

"No sir. I saw the last ones being executed and burned."

"D'Arvit! Those Mud Men."

And every since that day, the Elfin King Frond decided that after his death, there will be no king like the wretched Mud Men, and let the citizens vote on what to do. And they lived peacefully after that, with the occasional goblin-dwarf turf wars. Until Artemis Fowl the Second came into the picture frame.